“I don’t need you to massage me, I’ll just drink some hot water.”
But the girl suffering from menstrual cramps was too uncomfortable to move. Although she was quite relieved to have escaped Jiang Che’s clutches, she was still in pain.
In the past, whenever she had cramps, her mother used to rub her belly for her.
Although Yu Weiwei had once been a prostitute and was quite snobbish, she was still the gentlest mother to Yu Wan’er.
Hearing Yu Wan’er’s thoughts, Jiang Che naturally understood that she was genuinely happy and truly in pain.
“Ugh, that damn author is ruining my plans!”
Jiang Che picked Yu Wan’er up by the waist and placed her on the bed, covering her with a blanket. He even went to prepare a bowl of brown sugar water for her.
The little girl blinked her big eyes twice. She couldn’t understand why the perverted Jiang Che had suddenly become so gentle.
【You jerk, what are you up to? Even if... even if you’re being nice, I won’t like you. You’re just a creepy pervert】
But despite her words, she still took the porcelain bowl and sipped the brown sugar water slowly.
Her mind was still busy cursing Jiang Che as a jerk.
The girl curled up at the headboard, looking small and fragile, as if she could be easily crushed.
“Had enough to drink? Still in pain?”
Jiang Che’s gentle voice sounded by Yu Wan’er’s ear.
The girl subconsciously shook her head. She did feel much better.
“Ah...”
Jiang Che sighed helplessly and covered Yu Wan’er with another blanket. “What are you thinking? I may be a bit of a pervert, but I’m not that desperate to ‘fight in the blood.’”
Jiang Che’s rare display of tenderness left Yu Wan’er momentarily stunned.
......
Night fell.
Yu Wan’er curled up beside Jiang Che, her beautiful big eyes blinking. What Jiang Che said seemed to make sense. After he massaged her, her stomach felt much better.
In the past, whenever she had cramps, her mother used to massage her belly. This was the first time someone else—and a man at that—had done it for her.
The girl studied Jiang Che’s profile, biting her thin lips.
【Yu Wan’er: If Jiang Che weren’t so bad, if he hadn’t bullied me from the start, maybe I would have actually fallen for him】
Hearing Yu Wan’er’s thoughts, Jiang Che almost burst out laughing.
He understood girls too well. If you’re willing to be a nice guy, 90% of girls won’t even glance at you.
But this feeling was oddly satisfying?
Girls like Yu Wan’er, who were cute yet a bit tsundere, were hard for any man to resist.
She was similar to those “little devil girls,” but her personality was much cuter. The difference was that she came from a poor background, unlike Ye Mengyao, who was born with a silver spoon.
But beneath all those layers, she was just a fragile young girl.
“Jiang Che, someone’s calling me...”
“It must be Sister Mengyao. Let go of me quickly so I can explain to her.”
The next second, Yu Wan’er answered the phone and even covered Jiang Che’s mouth.
“Hello? Wan’er, where are you?”
Ye Mengyao’s voice made Yu Wan’er instantly nervous.
“Sister Mengyao, I’m at home.”
“Oh, Wan’er, did you go to Jiang Che’s place to tutor him today?” Ye Mengyao asked tentatively.
Yu Wan’er thought for a moment. “Yeah, I did!”
Yu Wan’er’s words sent Ye Mengyao into a panic, her hands trembling so much she could barely hold the phone. Could it be that Wan’er and Jiang Che really had something going on?
Was what she saw tonight actually true?
Yu Wan’er continued, “But I left in the afternoon. I was going to come find you tonight, but you didn’t seem to be home...”
A girl’s words can be as deceptive as a ghost’s.
To so casually and smoothly spin such a lie—not everyone could do that!
Ye Mengyao breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Yu Wan’er’s words. The timing didn’t match up.
She had gone to Jiang Che’s place in the evening, while Yu Wan’er had left in the afternoon. She must have been mistaken earlier!
“Wan’er, why don’t you come to my place every weekend? My parents would love to have you.”
“No need... Uh, Sister Mengyao, I’ll hang up now!”
Yu Wan’er quickly ended the call, feeling a sense of relief, as if she had narrowly escaped disaster.
Luckily, Ye Mengyao hadn’t noticed anything suspicious, or their sisterly bond might have ended right there!
Now Ye Mengyao was completely smitten by Jiang Che’s tricks.
【Hmph, Jiang Che, you creepy pervert!】
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